Free Brie’s Mile High Club (Submissive in Love, #7) by Red Phoenix Page A

us?”
    Master Anderson shrugged. “If you think for one second she doesn’t know I still love her, you’re only kidding yourself.”
    “What about Brie? Don’t you have any regard for your fiancée’s feelings, or is she supposed to accept it because you’re her Master ?” Troy said with disgust.
    “She knows exactly how I feel, Mr. Dawson. Just because I still care about Amy doesn’t change how I feel about Brie. There is one important skill I have that you lack. I know how to communicate openly with my partner.”
    Troy’s eyes narrowed. “I beg to differ.”
    “I’m curious, Dawson,” Master Anderson said. “Why did you agree to meet with me today?”
    “Because I love Amy and I knew she needed this.”
    “Admirable.”
    Amy returned to the table, smiling apologetically. “I’m sorry about that.”
    After she sat back down, Troy took her hand. “Were you aware he still had feelings for you?”
    She cringed. “I wasn’t sure…”
    “Come on, Amy,” Master Anderson urged.
    “I did suspect there might be something,” Amy admitted, looking down at her lap, her face burning a deep shade of red.
    “Does it affect how you feel about Troy?” Master Anderson asked.
    Her head popped up and she answered defiantly, “Of course not.”
    “Then why did you run?” Troy asked gently.
    “It was so uncomfortable, my love. I didn’t want you to be hurt by his words.” She kissed Troy on the lips, then glanced at Master Anderson. “And I hate knowing I hurt you.”
    She shifted her gaze to Brie. “I’m sorry for hurting him.”
    Brie grinned. “You followed your heart, Amy. There’s no reason to apologize for that.”
    The woman smiled gratefully. “Thank you for saying that, Brie, because you’re right, I had no other choice. I had to follow my heart.”
    Master Anderson pushed his chair back. “So there we have it, the truth laid out in all its ugly yet glorious beauty.”
    “What are we supposed to do with it?” Troy questioned.
    “Accept it, I suppose. I will always love Amy, but I have a new respect for you and I’m glad to see she’s happy.”
    Amy nodded. “And I’m glad that you are getting married soon and will experience the same happiness. Who knows? Our kids may even play together someday.”
    “Oh no, we’re not having kids.” Master Anderson stated, grasping Brie’s chin and kissing her passionately on the lips before adding, “She and I have no interest in messy diapers.”
    Amy laughed. “We’ll see about that…”
    The waitress came up with the check and whispered to Master Anderson, “If you ever need an extra partner or anything, my number’s inside.”
    He opened the check and handed her back the number. “I could never do that to Mandy. I hope you understand.”
    The woman took the paper, murmuring, “Of course,” before she rushed off.
    Troy raised his eyebrow. “Does that happen often?”
    Brie laid her head on Master Anderson’s beefy shoulder. “More than you know, but he always lets them down gently.”
    Troy grunted. “I suppose I had you pegged all wrong, Brad. Thank you for this meeting today. It has been enlightening to say the least.”
    “For me as well,” Master Anderson agreed.
    As soon as the baby started to fuss, Master Anderson stood and held out his hand to Troy. “So, we’d better be going. I wish you both well.”
    Troy took his hand and shook it heartily. “I wish you success in your marriage as well as the move to California.”
    Amy picked up her crying child, cradling him against her chest, and the boy instantly quieted. Brie thought the interaction was beautiful and smiled at Amy.
    “We would love an invite to the wedding,” Amy begged.
    Master Anderson shook his head. “Sorry, Mrs. Dawson, it’s not taking place in the States. However, I appreciate the sentiment.”
    His casual statement caught Brie’s attention. Was it possible that Master Anderson knew where the wedding would be held? “I’d sure like to know,